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Llama thank you poemThank you very much for the llama,
He's calm and mellow without any drama.
Such a good natured fellow, he only spit once on my mama,
But that was because she tried to wash his pajamas.
Is this the end?Rain is lowering through my soul
The earth is crumbling beneath my feet
My courage has taken it's toll
I am soon under the call of defeat
I feel as if I am slowly fading
All my strength has left me
All this suffering and pain is degrading
Makes me regret as I float towards the sea
Is this now the end
The conclusion of the last chapter
Unable to try to amend
Or turn and face my captor
No, I can't let it end now
I must cross this bridge
No matter what, I will not bow
In order to get to my fridge.
Llama thank you poemOoh Ooh gots another llama
as a rule I hides him from Obama
Llama taxes are out through the roof
but if he's not here there is no proof
I had him stashed in my shop at work
but he was kicked out by my boss, stupid jerk
Now we wander through park and forest
but we're chased by llama police and we get no rest
Wandering along from house to house
I say "He doesn't eat much and he's quiet as a mouse"
But my nose is bruised from slamming doors
hiding this llama has turned in to a chore
He comes trotting up, wonder where he's been?
he looks at me his fuzzy face a big grin
Seems he won a national spitting contest
from a thousand entries his loogy was the best
Now its cash prizes, book signings and world tours
he's rich and famous now, living large for sure
Me, I was arrested while traveling through Texas
sentenced to prison for..........
The youth and the one legged knightMany are the stories told
by the hearth side on cold nights,
of the knights of this fine land
and their bravery and valiant fights.
But one such tale above the rest
will shock you to your core,
for one knight lost his leg one day
while hunting for a boar.
Now he was strong and he was feared
despite his peculiar condition,
And this confused one brash youth
who questioned the knights position.
So the youth came forth one fateful day
a challenge for to set
And he inquired of this one legged knight
why he'd not retired yet.
The knight did laugh, so deep and loud
at the simple inquisition.
Then he spake in a voice quite low
"I'll tell ye' if ye' listen"
And so the youth did thus agree
But the answer from the one legged knight
did anger and astound.
"You see, skill is not lost easily,
and I am still the best.
It seems that you doubt my ability.
Shall we put this to the test?"
Astounded by the proposition,
and feeling pity for the fool,
The youth said "It seems you've
Android-princess' dreamsI found this little alien —
Infused with thoughts ‘neath automation,
Though free of oughts of toyland nation…
Her wish is to be clothed in life
Of animation without strife,
Of painless sensitive traverse
With fellow humans of discourse,
With carbon units made to love
Appearance, function, purpose-glove…
— Silver Rajah of Sophiastan
10 bigass alley cats
bitches rolled up, each w gats
told them lil niggas to step back
unless you comin to get a tat
Tats are whack said the fattest cat.
whipped out ma tallywhacker
took his wife n slapder
said listen here u pussy nigga
ill make u shit
youll all need litter. You wanna be
my dog's next dinner? No i insist on dinner
Bring your wife, i will split her,
with all u niggers
She an orange tomcat? o she a ginger?
shit ma nigga didnt know u like dat spice!
her cat ass nice, dat tail be bushy
My niggaz cant wait to get in dat mushy,
fish bonin ha ass, 10 niggas, no class,
ill be her new pimp, she got pizazz fo an alley cat
she smilin, u mad?
Did u know dat pussy iz bad?
tell her lay off tha tuna, smellls like
Attempt at LimerickThere once was a lady in waiting named Brandi
Who for her princess wished to come in handy
She embroidered dresses by day
And at night engaged in foul play
Yet received not but a peppermint candy
Llama thank you poemI thank you deeply for the gift of the llama,
He's a tropical dude, says he's from the Bahamas.
I showed him around then took him to my mama's,
She's a seamstress and would mend the hole in his pajamas.
while waiting he said,"Mon, I can't take all dis strife and drama,"
"its gotten bad since you vote Obama."
"tomorrow I swim de ocean, before I get bad karma,"
"I go to India for enlightenment and study with the Dali lama"
Llama thank you poemSo sorry for the extremely late reply,
my internet provider has brainfarts, don't ask me why.
To thank you for the gift of the awesome llama,
but "Webpage cannot be found" causes me great fuss and drama.
He's a happy fellow and wanting to please,
but he gets distressed seeing me fall to my knees.
So I sent him to the provider to spit on them for fun,
The internet's been down for a while now ,"Ooh look, its back on!"
Hehehehe , cuz i also sent him there with a gun.
Poema - POEMA A UN TRIUNFADORQue bello eres
Que haríamos sin ti
Eres un ser hermoso
Y nadie puede vivir sin ti
Y siempre contamos con tenerte
Y quien no te tenga
Sufrirá por carecerte
Y también mimarte
Te lavan todos los días
Y colonia te echan
Sufres por nuestra causa
Mas eres la cosa más bella
No pones pegas
Aunque sufres todos los días
Y callado te quedas
Rápido te curan
Si te mueres
Rápido un sustituto buscan
Si, te desean, seas como seas
Por que todos te tienen
Por que todos te buscan
Por que todos te aman
Y quien no te visite
Pobre condenado del alma
Debe de estar muerto
O que nunca se lava
A aquel sufridor
Que recibe nuestras visitas
Y ni siquiera critica
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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